This is a song about "Struggle pain and love"

And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

Who cares about hearts and love

It's just textbook stuff

Go where you ain't been

From this pain and depression.

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

I tried to leave, but honestly i love the pain

In my peripheral, i see destruction and pain

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game